The Thunder In The Lightning

Delighted, Qin followed up with another question, as he was always suspicious about anything that sounded too big to be true. “How come Homo neanthertalenis could coexist with Homo erectus while Homo sapiens must eliminate both for survival?” he asked. “After all,” Qin continued with a funny smile in his face, “Christine may be interested in finding out which intelligent species are more likely to dominate on alien planets, just to continue the research of her beloved Dr. Thompson.”

Unsure whether it’s the Tarzan effect or his inherent immaturity, Ying, as always, tried to stop Qin by flashing a series of quick and seemingly irrefutable conclusions. “Qin,” she replied, “Homo erectus was an active clade that rapidly evolved into other species, which naturally had a low population. It is possible that they naturally disappeared on their own. Homo neanthertalenis, on the other hand, was a species too nice to survive on its own, which could have been eliminated by any other species that came later. Our genus may or may not appear due to its low probability of occurrence based on our simulation. If it takes more than a million years for Homo neanthertalenis to mutate into our genus on average, the probability is high that Homo sapiens dominates a typical planet like the Earth. Now, Homo sapiens is probably not smart enough to figure out faster-than-light travel on its own. The probability is high that visiting aliens belong to highly intelligent species from very different clades, such as any of those in birds and bears, which have certain known specific geographic conditions that propel their mutations. The window of survival is too short for Homo neanthertalenis to evolve into a higher species.”

Seeing that Qin was listening carefully, Ying winked at him, saying, “If the Tarzan effect is too strong in you, it’s better that you stay away from those Chinese for a while. If a human is not supposed to live with apes for too long, nor should you with humans.”

Qin wasn’t too insulted. Instead, he praised Ying, saying, “Xia Ying, Xia Ying, my soul and my heroine as in your name!” “So,” he continued smoothly with his question, “any light on your physics session?”

“It’s about a project I am working on for the Chinese government, just to show that we are not occupying their land for nothing.” Ying sighed, “There is simply no land for the new species to come, except for Antarctica, which I wouldn’t mind as a base. Basically, they want the ability to strike anywhere anytime globally, all within 2 seconds. The technology is so old that you can date it back to 1960’s when Americans invented the deployment of space mirrors to eliminate any incoming ballistic missile from ground-based laser stations. Today, it is possible to charge a laser beam so powerful that it penetrates the Earth’s crust from space, all within 2 seconds, provided that the laser station is ground-based, too. This is easy. Now, the problem is that a protective mirror that acts as an umbrella can reflect photons all too easily. They want to mix in a few fermions among photons, preferably neutrons, in the laser beam to be able to penetrate everything, which will have that nice Thunder effect in their Lightning project. Why not electrons, which are so easy to accelerate? Well, it’s because a powerful magnetic shield is rather easy to generate within a few milliseconds based on known technologies today, which is year 2105.”

“Well,” Qin laughed, “that doesn’t sound so bad. Why do they need you for this?”

“Well,” Ying smiled, “it’s got to be something easy so that if it takes too long for me, they know I don’t give a damn about them.”

“Just give it to them then,” Qin concluded rather quickly.

“Not if I can come up with many countermeasures immediately,” Ying laughed almost hysterically. “So,” she continued, “at the end they agreed with me that they would need me to architect a different solution all completely, provided that I could make it within a year.”


About Run Song

Run Song (宋闰) is my pen name for the Moments of Poetry, a collection of poems about the greatest moments of life. If photography captures the greatest moments of life, poetry is the life behind them.
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